Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Mom said she never changed anything after they took me to prison. Except Howdy Doody. “Hi Mr. Doody!” He was on the floor the last time I saw him.
The man had entered my room and threw him at me and called me a baby before he left and hurt my mom. I killed him with that big knife mama used to cut up meat. The courts said I didn’t know right from wrong. I knew. You stab someone 34 times you know. You keep count.
The guards tell me it is time to return. I keep saying “It’s Howdy Doody Time, It’s Howdy Doody Time!”